"FWLS49" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Lindsey, these are my partners in crime. Jody here is into
computers. Don't worry, you won't die from her driving."

This was also a Mitch maneuver, putting down his pals to
make himself look big in front of his new girl. (Not normal
behavior for him, but he WAS in date-mode.) I could tell Lindsey
wasn't falling for it, but Mitch's normally powerful
observational skills were on hold.

"And this is Benton. He's an ARTIST," he sneered, in the
same way one might say "Minimum Wage Earner".

"Hi," Lindsey greeted flatly. "Put the rover in gear, we
need to be at Central Station before rush hour."

Jody mouthed "Gee, SHE seems nice" to me, and floored the
gas, cutting very close to the plastic mailbox.

"So what's this joke you guys have planned?" I asked,
turning around in my seat.

"I'm--"

"We're gonna brainwash the city!" Mitch grinned evilly,
cutting off Lindsey in mid sentence.

Lindsey looked irritated at the interruption. "Not
brainwash. Encourage. The plan involves the holovision screens
at Central Station."

"The ones that are always running soda ads and HNN, right?"
I asked.

"The same. Here's how we'll do it. Step one, get inside
the building. Step two, hack into the network that controls the
screens. Step three, insert a subliminal sequence of images that
will send the brain into a lowered-inhibition mode. Then the
real fun starts."

"This isn't anything permanent, right?" I asked. "See, you
may be new to the Terrible Threesome here, but we've got one
cardinal rule, you never harm anybody permanently. Takes the fun
out of it."

"Nothing significant will occur. Mitch, get your hand off
my leg."

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. How'd that get there?"